March 10 - Chipotle

“Larkin, I’m gonna have to put you on hold in a second when my Chipotle gets here so I can buzz them in.”

My friend Anne and I have now been on the phone for 45 minutes. During that time, she’s taken a shower, I’ve washed all my dishes, she’s placed an order for dinner delivery, I’ve started my bathroom deep-clean. Getting a call from the Chipotle delivery guy is certainly not going to be what stops us from continuing to rehash the events of the weekend.

“Ooooo, wait,” I say. “Chipotle actually sounds so good. And I’m tired and out of groceries.”

“Do it. My burrito smells so freaking good right now.”

I take a minute to find my phone - the only con to Airpods is that I’m constantly either missing my phone itself or the Airpods - and pull up the Chipotle app. In less than two minutes, my order is placed for pickup.

“Done.” I say, turning off the kitchen lights and putting on a pair of sneakers.

Anne comes with me while I walk to Chipotle, pick up my burrito, and walk back.

I spent my Sunday solo… but not really.